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In 1998, Lea Michele Economos, a young woman who died of leukemia at the age of 28, made a dying wish to her parents that others would not face the hardships she encountered by finding a cure for this disease. Her family started this charity to carry on that wish. Today, Lea’s Foundation takes an active role in finding a cure for leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin’s lymphoma and myeloma and to better the lives of people living with these diseases. At the UCONN Health Center, the Lea’s Foundation Center for Hematologic Disorders sponsors research in this field. A new program covers the cost of bone-marrow testing to help recruit life-saving transplants for patients. Also, annual scholarships are given to children with leukemia who are planning to attend nursery school. For more information on other projects carried out by Lea’s Foundation, please visit their website at www.LeasFoundation.org.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Day 12: Owls and Dogs and Horse/Cow, Oh My

Border Inn--> Milford (85 mi.)

We detoured off of route 50, ostensibly the loneliest road, to complete our trip through Nevada only to come across a road that may have been lonelier. Some of you may wonder what sophisticated things we think about while on our bikes all day. I will give you a peek into the window of my wind-addled mind.

Throughout Nevada and now into Utah, I'm consistently wondering whether we can accurately call dead animals on the side of the road, "roadkill." To me, that requires 1) a living animal to cross a road and 2) a motor vehicle to strike said animal. The problem I'm seeing is that I'm not seeing animals or vehicles on these roads--but there is still roadkill. Today we think we saw a horse or a cow. Other days we've seen our share of North American rodents (the best mascot name in history, in my opinion). I'm theorizing that the odds of a car and an animal being on the road at the same time are so rare that these animals actually die of boredom. A fact that neither contributes nor detracts from this theory is the appearance of an owl at around 10:00 AM this morning. It must have been terribly confused, but we were excited to see it.

We ended in Milford today, where we had previously lined up a room at the Oak Tree Inn, which was donated to our trip. It was a great little spot at the front of town. The only problem was that it was at the front of town and the back of town held the food, specifically Subway, and it was downhill. And as I learned at an early age from listening to oldies radio stations growing up, "What goes up, must come down / Spinning wheel[s], round and round." So, after filling up with Subway sandwiches, we unintentionally compressed our bursting stomachs by bending down to grab the handlebars while trudging back uphill.

A quick sidestory: we were biking to Subway and Melina started yelling because a dog was chasing her. Sean and I both looked back, concerned both for her and ourselves. I saw the dog first, which I swear to you was an adorable little white fluff and supportively advised, "It's a little dog! Just run it over!" I blame it on the heat.

Round and round,
Nate

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